I Don't Have a Title for This: The Log

[reservedempath]

Who: Smash's Empath (Voile), and People
What: A catch-all of catching things.
When: Jan. 26 ~ Feb. 09
Where: Beneath the cut will tell you all.
Warnings: If you're the unlucky victim, you may have to dodge things that are thrown. Uhm. Probably not? Will update as necessary.



From an outside standpoint, Voile had a thought to commend herself. It took dedication to keep away from the other eyes of the academy and the town. It took some form of commitment to willingly hole one's self up in a room. But she wasn't about to sing of it with pride for there was never any good reason to deliberately decline from speaking to others. It was less that she had wanted to worry them and more that she believed if she began to speak - truly - that she'd lose the composition she was so accustomed to portraying and conveying.

She had lost it once already, with Marie during the power outage. She would not do so again.

Cammy, the ever thoughtful, had been Voile's one consistent companion. While the gardevoir hadn't said much, she hadn't wanted to worry the pretty blonde either and by the extent Voile went to 'protect' herself, she was pretty sure that wasn't happening. But she still carried on conversation - when she carried on conversation. And most of Voile's time during the day was spent reading, writing, polishing the charms on her ribbons, and sketching out designs for what would soon be either a costume for one of Seth's host club gatherings, or the soon-to-come contest hall.

At night, she crept out of the shared dormitory, visited the showers and the student kitchen, and occasionally seemed pleased enough to sit in the rec room and enjoy some peace and quiet without the concern of having to avoid unwanted faces in the halls or the classrooms, or anywhere else she might have ventured off to. So in a way, Voile had easily become more a creature of the night.

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[Famous OoC Notes.
♦ Know those office logs we sometimes have? This works like that. Pick a time, pick a day, pick a location. I will work with it!
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♦ This log may contain soy beans, various forms of toast, a flock of dove birds, bottles of pinot noir, elf ears that are not attached to elves, wildflowers, and overly curious crustaceans. This log has been manufactured in a plant that processes peanuts and may contain oil or other allergens.

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Day--25th. Location--kitchen. Exits--none. Emotional trauma--yes.

[will_be_god]

Having been gone for so long meant many things. Having packed up everything he had and vanishing entirely was a hefty burden, but more immediately it meant that Cyrus had nothing in his refrigerator upon his return.

Which meant the glorious return of the murky, sinister drink that smelled like swampwater and was known to stain sinks.

But alas, the kitchen available to staff lacked all required ingredients. Well, ingredients that would be found in a kitchen, anyway. Some would have to wait until the chemistry lab was accessable.

So Cyrus was in the student kitchen one night, a sack with some suspicious-looking vegetables sticking out of it (one of them bearing a disturbing resemblance to parts of an Oddish), when the door opened.

You cruel mistress, you.

[reservedempath]

It was a good routine she'd gotten into, the one where she ate in her solitude, took her time to think, consider, wonder, and look back on her own memories. So nostalgia, really. The peace was something she needed, especially considering the potential issues with Seth, her own position in relation to him - though nothing had been proven yet. There was also the predicament regarding Sable, the sub-human versus human issue again. She'd missed it the first time, fortunately, but she wasn't lucky enough to miss it a second.

The very thought made her reach for her cell phone, the still mostly foreign luxury to her. She hadn't really used it for much of anything except for text messages since she'd shut herself up with Cammy. She eyed it briefly, one hand on the door to push it open and as she was lowering it to tuck it away again, she blatantly paused.

Oh, dear gods. What have I done to make you spite me so?

And just like that - as it had taken exactly one look - she tried to hastily close the door. And better yet, to hold it closed. Should hold him captive until I can get the Headmaster. Should make the motion that he be removed from campus. Why is he here, anyway? But she knew the concept of her physical strength couldn't compare. When he was getting ready to leave, inevitably he'd be able to pull the door open.

So perhaps that meant she was supposed to back to her dormitory. But she wanted to eat...

Yes I know. Good to be back.

[will_be_god]

And the door immediately shut.

This led Cyrus to a handful of conclusions. The first was that someone had simply opened the wrong door, but that would be a difficult mistake to make. The second was that whoever it had been had seen him and wanted to avoid him, be it him specifically or another person in general.

It hadn't closed normally though. Whoever it was had pulled it shut, leading Cyrus to believe that someone was avoiding him in particular.

A few names came to mind, but first he would investigate. Weavile approached the door, trying to tug it open again.

Welcome baaaaack! ♥♥♥

[reservedempath]

He was quick. Quicker than she thought he'd be. One grasp on the handle and she looked around, wondering if she could find a way to quickly... Well. Escape. And there was no way she could do so without letting herself be seen. So much for avoiding him, after all. Clearly it was karmic retribution for some reason.

So she did allow the door to open a peep, just enough to see Cyrus' weavile. And with the furrow of her brow, she chose telepathy rather than her voice. Just so the ethics professor from her past would be none the wiser. Provided weavile didn't rat her out. Why would it anyway? He, she thought. She was pretty sure the weavile was male.

Say nothing to him of me. I will wait until you two have finished your... scavenging and return later.

Which really meant she'd hide in the shadows, despite the way she really didn't like the dark.

27th, Night Time, Common Room, No Items

[whirlwind_wolfman]

If Voile was becoming a creature of the night, she might find herself in unexpected company.

Another creature of the night was out and about this evening. Specifically in the common room. He was sitting in the dark like a total creeper brooding. Because that's what he spent a lot of time doing. Jon was a brooder.

The state of the city had him in a pit of worry. Not really for himself, but for the few people he cared about. His few friends and his partner were his main concern. He knew nothing would happen to them on school grounds, of course, but he couldn't stop them leaving. He couldn't even suggest they stay put without giving too much of himself away. For as much as he cared... well. They didn't need to know how much, did they?

As he sat, uselessly contemplating all of this, his nose twitched. Someone was approaching at this late hour? Soft footfalls on thick carpet might as well have been gunshots to his sensitive ears. He closed his glowing red eyes and wondered if they'd be stopping in for long - he had a lot of angry moping to do.

[reservedempath]

She had only been interested in eating. Because it was nearly impossible to get to the student kitchens without running into to people along the way during the day. Not that she disliked people, because she didn't, but it was important that she knew how to keep herself calm and she was immensely concerned that she wouldn't be able to hold onto that discipline of hers.

So she had shown herself in, careful and quiet, dainty and gentle in nature. Likely not someone or something Jon had expected. And while she had seen the man in passing, she wasn't sure she'd even crossed paths with the wolf side of him. Where and when seemed to matter very little, however, and instead she only found herself pausing when she even remotely sensed his presence.

And from that moment, she moved far more cautiously, as if she was attempting to feel for something. Fortunately, the brooding sentiment was easily captured. "...Hello?" she asked, knowing very well it wasn't simply the air she spoke to.

[whirlwind_wolfman]

His first instinct was to remain quiet - He wasn't much of one for talking face to face with those he didn't know after all. But then again, he was trying to be better about that for Riwane's sake if for no other reason. She didn't need him making enemies for her.

"Evening." he replied without moving. He couldn't see her yet from where he sat, but he could smell her. It wasn't an unfamiliar scent - he knew it as one of the many student scents that criss-crossed school grounds and hallways and walkways outside. But not anyone he'd spoken to. Her footfalls weren't heavy and if anything her movements sounded cautious.

"I'll not snap. Come in if you've a mind to."

[reservedempath]

She followed her senses into the common room until she spotted him. Then she was careful to keep her distance. He already didn't seem to enjoy being bothered and she had no real desire to impose on his territory any longer than necessary. Her head tipped a little and she laced her hands together.

"I can come back later," Voile offered. "I wasn't actually here for any... real reason. At least, no reason that is terribly important or necessary. You were here first, after all."

Her eyebrows lifted expectantly as she replayed her words. It was something else to have a conversation about sharing space in the dead of night, when most sane people were sleeping. And though she was most certainly sane, she most certainly was awake.

LET'S SAY... FEB. 3RD...??

[rivalsweetscent]

Bulba could not say that he and Voile were very good friends. They were not. He surprisingly found her company very enjoyable, when they had it, considering everything. She was very kind in a way that sometimes, if thought about it very hard, reminded him a little of himself.... But who could say for sure? They did not hang out very often. There was a lot about Voile that was a mystery to him, and from their very first meeting under the cherry blossoms, he figured that was probably how she liked it.

They were not very good friends, but he would call her a friend regardless.

So when it became apparent that she was "missing," Bulba took notice. He noticed it before when there was a lack of her in the halls, but at first it was not alarming. When it persisted, he started to worry, and getting Bulba worried is probably the last thing anyone wants to do. Many people could tell you this. He reached max high persistence when he was worried.

AND SO. A KNOCK ON HER DOOR CAME ROUND ONE AFTERNOON FROM YOUR FRIENDLY NEIGHBORHOOD GIRLS' RA.

[reservedempath]

She had her face in a book. It was one of her more comfortable moments. She could think and Voile prone to giving too much thought to most things. As of recent, it was a tie between issues in the town, the lollipop fiasco, and a certain turtle who had dominated a good chunk of her thoughts.

And it was the last one that she liked thinking about the most.

The knock on her door could have been anyone, actually. And being fully aware of that, she was apprehensive to open it so easily. So rather than pulling it open and greeting the other person on the other side with a typical cheerful and bubbly Voile expression, she spoke against the door.

"Who is it?" she asked, trying to sound more guarded than pessimistic.

[rivalsweetscent]

It was not an entirely successful endeavor, and honestly they were both not the best of things to try sounding like... But with everything going on, Bulba knew it was fairly valid. He was happy to hear that she was actually in her room, though, and not... missing or anything like that.

He leaned in towards the door, listening close for anything else.

"It's just me, Bulba," he answered softly, flicking his eyes towards the door.

[reservedempath]

There was a blatant pause on her end. Bulba. Of all people, Bulba? She was certainly far more accustomed to such an action to be taken on her end. Not to see the ivysaur didn't care about her, but frankly, the boy was often very preoccupied. The idea that he had taken time to specifically see her meant something.

Undoubtedly, that he was worried about her. Which she supposed she expected in the back of her mind, though she'd often considered the idea that Bulba frequently forgot about her. That whole saying: Out of sight, out of mind. Not something she could fault him for.

She finally opened her door and peeked her head out for him. "Hello, Bulba." Reaching out her left hand, she wiggled her fingers at him, "Is everything all right? I don't believe you've actually ever come to my dormitory before."

January 29th

[cupofbatnoodles]

Someone new had joined the ranks of night dwellers, and they were not anyone that belonged there. As quiet and as sneaky as Voile no doubt believed she was being, she was actually doing a miserable job. There was too much about her that flowed. Her hair, her skirts, her entire presence. She was someone that didn't know how to be quiet.

Then again, there were very few that did. At least when Izzy was listening. (And she was always listening.)

So one night when the Gardevoir probably thought she was all alone and content in the rec room, she wasn't. An ugly stick of a girl had just dropped down in front of her (from the... ceiling...?????) and was looking... somewhere. Sort of. In Voile's direction.

"'Sup, toots."

[reservedempath]

It was the voice that caught her by surprise. She'd not heard it so specifically geared towards her, but she'd heard it at least in passing. Or so she'd thought. It was certainly a unique sound, but to be fair, it wasn't the tone that caught her by surprise. It was the idea that someone had found her - that she had disturbed this certain someone.

If she'd been eating something, she would have choked on it. And though she hadn't been eating, she still managed to choke. On the air. As she tried to get over her massive amount of surprise, which seemed to be something that wouldn't happen anytime soon.

"...Toots?" Voile asked, as if that was clearly the most important part of the conversation. Not that someone else was with her. Just simply that she had been called 'toots.'

[cupofbatnoodles]

The choke did not go unnoticed. It actually tugged Izzy's somewhat lewd grin a bit wider.

"Yeah. Toots. 'Sup."

[reservedempath]

"I... didn't see you there," Voile sheepishly admitted. But it was obvious and quite clearly she was being the captain of the ship USS Obvious. After replaying her ridiculous confession, she squinted and rubbed at her cheek somewhat shyly.

"...I'm sorry if I disturbed you. I was just here... to..." To what, exactly? "Well, I had originally meant to get something to eat, but it was so quiet that I was enjoying the quiet a bit." In other words, it was probably quiet up until she showed up."

February 4th, Voile's room, late afternoon

[thewrightidea]

Phoenix didn't want to have "favorite" students, but it was something that happened to every teacher, unfortunately. What Voile was to Phoenix was something of a favorite in a way, but after that whole incident with the mistletoe, he didn't even know what to think about her. She was still a student, still a nice girl, but Phoenix was almost afraid to make eye-contact with her.

Still, even if part of him was afraid to contact her, he couldn't help but notice the fact that she hadn't shown up for his class in several weeks. That was concerning. Voile was almost always there, usually very attentive, and all of a sudden she just stopped showing up. She never contacted him to notify of her absence. While it was Phoenix's duty to make sure his students were okay, he was genuinely worried about Voile as a person. Student or not.

So it was late that afternoon that he finally knocked on the door of her dorm room. Shuffling his feet slightly as he waited for the answer, he couldn't help but feel slightly uncomfortable. He had barely visited the student dorms since taking the job at the school, let alone the women's dorms, but it was something he felt he had to do. But they hadn't really talked much after that mistletoe incident either, and he was still afraid. Afraid of the possibility that she was attracted to him. Afraid that he had hurt her somehow.

Re: February 4th, Voile's room, late afternoon

[reservedempath]

She hadn't honestly given too much thought to Phoenix or his class. But then she hadn't given thought to much of anyone other than herself and the people who had come to visit her. And Cammy. She thought about Cammy a lot. She worried a lot, about what Cammy thought of her. Because she spent so much of her time hiding that in a way, Voile had become like a flowers. She wasn't as happy as she had been and that had required some rather light treading on her ground for her companions.

When Phoenix had come and knocked on the door, she hadn't been doing anything of import. Mostly lying down on her bed and eying the ceiling. Resting, more or less, or trying to sleep, so she could rejoin the nightlife she was quickly becoming used to. She had spent some time eying the closet, wondering if she should go back through and reorganise everything. The problem with staying in her room was that she was beginning to run out of things to do. One could only tidy up so much before it became a bit obsessive compulsive.

At first she considered not even answering, but after a moment's pause and not wanting to come off as rude, she sat up, brushed her hair back with her hands, though she imagined it looked a little messy anyway. Then she stopped on the other side of her door and placed her cheek to it. "Who is it?"

[thewrightidea]

There was a bit of relief when Phoenix heard Voile's voice from behind the door. So she was okay. Well. "Okay." She was alive, at least, and able to talk. Still, he knew that there was something off, judging by the way she hadn't shown up to his class. Was it just his class or was it other classes as well? He had no idea.

"Voile? It's Mr. Wright," he spoke calmly but firmly. He didn't want to sound hesitant, but he didn't want to scare her away. Straightening his tie before the door was opened, he still shuffled his feet slightly.

Let's sayyyy...January 31st, in the afternoon!

[thelittlestsparky]

It had been a while since Watt had last seen Voile. She knew that her sweet friend and sister wasn't the type to be where all of the action is all of the time, but at the very least she at least sees her sometime during each day! Where was she? Did something bad happen? Was there anything the little bright girl could do to help her out? There was only one way to find out.

So, there Watt stood, in front of her dorm room. It wasn't like her to keep herself all locked up in there, but it was worth a shot. She knocked on the door a couple of times.

"Voile? Um, are you in there?" Watt asked, a hint of concern in her tone of voice.

[reservedempath]

Watt was the first person and really the only one who came and actually made Voile feel a little lighter when she heard the voice. Voile knew the sparky anywhere and there was an undeniable radiance to her company as an entirety. Seeing Watt would likely make her feel a great deal better. Or so Voile was convinced. It'd never proven wrong before, after all.

She eventually made her way to the door, hair a bit of a mess, which implied that she'd probably been curled up in bed - reading or writing, most likely. As she poked her head through the crack she made when she opened the door, she smiled a bit bashfully.

"Oh, hi..." Then her expression softened, "You sound so sad. I haven't gone anywhere. I promise I would never leave without telling you where I was going." Afterward, her smile grew a little, "Do you want to come in?"

ONE MILLION YEARS LATER...

[thelittlestsparky]

Watt gave a small sigh of relief. At least if Voile went left to go anywhere, then she'd tell her first. Nevertheless, the Lil' Sparky could tell that Voile might have seen better days, or at least that's what Watt thought when she looked at her hair.

She nodded quickly. "Yeah, yeah." Soon afterwards, she came into the room with a few questions in her mind. She looked up to the ceiling to gather her thoughts, then back at Voile. "Um...I haven't seen you in a while, Voile. Is everything okay?"

february 9th, early afternoon, voile's dorm.

[tidalwaves]

It was Marie's 18th birthday. He'd spent the morning with his trainer, going through the things Red's mother- and the rest of the team- had sent him. It made him feel nice and awkward all at once, which really wasn't that unusual of a reaction for the Wartortle. The morning passed, and Marie forced himself out of bed. There was somewhere else he had planned to be on his birthday.

A few nights ago, Marie had decided he was going to see Voile on his birthday. As far as he knew, Voile didn't know it was his birthday. And that was fine. He didn't expect anything from her; just being able to spend some time alone with her was good enough. Before he headed over to her dorm, he put on the hoodie she'd given him for Christmas.

Hopefully she wouldn't mind the unannounced visit. He knocked on her door.

[reservedempath]

It was true that she didn't know. But there were a lot of things she didn't seem to be particularly aware of. Life in the dormitory made time pass remarkably slowly and no matter how much time she spent sleeping, she was always under the impression that she was missing something. Or that she didn't know how much time had passed. Vainly, she thought it showed in how she looked, not quite as put together as she usually was.

But maybe that was all in her head.

She had been studying at her desk when she heard the knock and just as she had several times before, there was a hesitant pause. Setting down the pencil she'd been scribbling stupid doodles with - because that was totally homework - she set her cheek to the door for a moment. After some consideration, she opted for opening the door just enough for one eye - the one that wasn't covered by green - to see out.

...Marie?

"...Hi," she croaked out.

[tidalwaves]

Oh...

"Hey," Marie mumbled back, quickly looking away from the one eye looking back at him. His eyebrows were lowered, and after a beat had passed, he looked back at Voile. "... Are you sick?"

Whatever was going on, she didn't seem well. He wasn't going to hold that against her, of course, but he wasn't entirely sure what he should do about it.